Leng Yan looked at him firmly. Yan Cheng's persuasion failed and he shrugged helplessly: "Alright! As long as you don't mind being crowded."
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Yan Cheng thought that the crying child at night was just a passerby passing by. He never expected to see this person again so soon.
The rain yesterday evening was like fine silk threads, soaking the vast earth.
In the early morning, the air seemed to be filled with the heavy smell of earth. After the steward carefully counted the heads, the convoy slowly set off.
Since they were not in a hurry to get to Beijing, the convoy was not moving very fast, far less hurried and anxious than when Yan Cheng went to the funeral a few years ago.
When we were tired, we stopped to rest. As we walked and stopped along the way, more and more people passed by the convoy.
Unfortunately, they didn't make it to the town that night, but instead came across a dilapidated temple at dusk. After discussing with Yan Cheng and the others, the housekeeper decided to spend the night in the dilapidated temple.
When we first walked into the dilapidated temple, it was not yet completely dark.
There were five or six people sitting scattered in the corners of the dilapidated temple. When they saw them entering the dilapidated temple, they all became alert.
Yan Cheng glanced around casually, and when he saw the end, his gaze suddenly turned back and fell on the two people leaning against the wall on the left.
One was a lying woman, and the other was a child of six or seven years old.
——It’s him.
I happened to see Yan Cheng's child and had the same thought in my mind.
Yan Cheng became interested and walked over there first. "Little brother, aren't you working at the inn? How come you're here in just one day?"
Thinking about how he couldn't fall asleep last night and was irritable, and how his tone was bad when he spoke to the child, Yan Cheng touched his nose embarrassedly.
Then he noticed tear marks on the child's face.
He glanced at the child and then at the woman, only to find that her face looked extremely bad.
Moreover, even though so many people suddenly came in, she was not awakened. It seemed that she was not sleeping, but rather in a coma.
"It was mother. This morning, she came to the inn to see me. She spoke to me for a few words before suddenly dragging me away. By the time I realized what was happening, she had already packed her things and was taking me to find the caravan that was taking people away."
The child said aggrievedly, his voice full of helplessness and loss. He hadn't received this month's salary yet, so this month's work was in vain.
As I was talking, I felt like crying again.
"My mother got a fever on the way. The caravan was afraid that my mother would die in the caravan, so they kicked us out. After my mother supported herself and led me into the dilapidated temple, she fainted."
The child's voice became more choked, and tears welled up in his eyes.
I want to cry even more.
The child looked at the tall and strong adults behind Yan Cheng, and suddenly knelt down with a plop: "Master, can you save my mother? As long as you can save my mother, I will do anything."
Yan Cheng frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, "Madame Liu, let her take a look!"
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Do a good deed today!
The child was extremely surprised and kowtowed quickly: "Thank you, sir!"
Yan Cheng stretched out his finger and poked the child's forehead to stop him from kowtowing. "No need to do that."
Nanny Liu walked forward and took the unconscious woman's pulse. The child looked at her expectantly, hoping that she could cure his mother.
"Yes."
Just these one sentence from Madam Liu, who was a skilled doctor, changed the woman's fate.
The child's eyes lit up instantly.
Yan Cheng nodded: "Then save him, just consider that my little brother and I are destined to be together. If you need any medicine, just ask Butler Mu for it."
How can it not be fate that we met twice in such a short period of time?
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